I Have A Rotten Habit Of Picturing

Hunger Is Good Discipline.

Got Tight Last Night On Absinthe And Did Knife Tricks. Great Success Shooting The Knife Underhand Into The Piano. The Woodworms Are So Bad And Eat Hell Out Of All The Furniture That You Can Always Claim The Woodworms Did It.

Everyone Has His Own Conscience, And There Should Be No Rules About How A Conscience Should Function.

And Bed, He Thought. Bed Is My Friend. Just Bed, He Thought. Bed Will Be A Great Thing. It Is Easy When You Are Beaten, He Thought. I Never Knew How Easy It Was. And What Beat You, The Thought.

I Was Young And Not Gloomy And There Were Always Strange And Comic Things That Happened In The Worst Time.